My second angst fic. No death this time. I got yelled at last time. This is
based on a song by Skillet called "Forsaken." But it's not a song fic! lol.
How that happened, I'll never know. Thank you!
Forsaken
/I recall going madly in love with you. How could I forget? You were everything to me. And still are. Regret is a needle in my neck, slowly filling me with poison. Why did I have to change everything? I'm so stupid to have let this happen./
Yet another tear trailed down Heero's sullen cheek. Heero reached over for the blade the seventeenth time that evening.
/Take my pain and numb me from this./
As the cool tip surged beneath his flesh, Heero reveled in the moment where no thoughts and feelings existed. He smiled at the icy blood, flowing down his arm.
/It feels... good./
But again, images of Shinigami, his Duo, fleeted across his consciousness.
/Duo... come back to me. I'm so... sorry. Why do I have to beg when all that's left is a memory forsaken?/
Scanning across the cluttered room, cobalt eyes, dulled by weariness, located the photo of Shinigami and Wing's wedding.
/I recall pledging my soul devotion to you. It reminds me how now I'm on my knees. My guilt consumes, lost the will in me, wasting away before you./
'Heero. Please, don't do it. Don't leave me!'
'Duo, you know I have duty to attend to. I am sorry.' As he walked past the American, he felt all his love trying to hold him back, but he couldn't. 'I love you.' With that, he walked out on everything he once knew, everything he once loved, and always would.
Glancing to his right, Heero was met face to face with himself. How weak and pathetic he looked. This was his duty and he knew it. Not being able to bear it any longer, he shattered the glass with his fist.
"You're breaking me."
"Who, Heero?" The ugliest, most wretched face in all the World and Colonies appeared behind him. Oh how he hated her. "Who's breaking you?"
"No one, Relena. It's nothing." He stood and bowed to the Queen.
"Dinner is ready. Get yourself cleaned up. The servants will wait on you, my King." She gave him a chaste kiss, one that wives give their husbands, and left him alone.
/Why do I have to beg when all that's left is a memory forsaken?/
Heero walked to the door and shut and locked it behind him. That room is only disturbed once every year... on an anniversary never forsaken.
Forsaken
/I recall going madly in love with you. How could I forget? You were everything to me. And still are. Regret is a needle in my neck, slowly filling me with poison. Why did I have to change everything? I'm so stupid to have let this happen./
Yet another tear trailed down Heero's sullen cheek. Heero reached over for the blade the seventeenth time that evening.
/Take my pain and numb me from this./
As the cool tip surged beneath his flesh, Heero reveled in the moment where no thoughts and feelings existed. He smiled at the icy blood, flowing down his arm.
/It feels... good./
But again, images of Shinigami, his Duo, fleeted across his consciousness.
/Duo... come back to me. I'm so... sorry. Why do I have to beg when all that's left is a memory forsaken?/
Scanning across the cluttered room, cobalt eyes, dulled by weariness, located the photo of Shinigami and Wing's wedding.
/I recall pledging my soul devotion to you. It reminds me how now I'm on my knees. My guilt consumes, lost the will in me, wasting away before you./
'Heero. Please, don't do it. Don't leave me!'
'Duo, you know I have duty to attend to. I am sorry.' As he walked past the American, he felt all his love trying to hold him back, but he couldn't. 'I love you.' With that, he walked out on everything he once knew, everything he once loved, and always would.
Glancing to his right, Heero was met face to face with himself. How weak and pathetic he looked. This was his duty and he knew it. Not being able to bear it any longer, he shattered the glass with his fist.
"You're breaking me."
"Who, Heero?" The ugliest, most wretched face in all the World and Colonies appeared behind him. Oh how he hated her. "Who's breaking you?"
"No one, Relena. It's nothing." He stood and bowed to the Queen.
"Dinner is ready. Get yourself cleaned up. The servants will wait on you, my King." She gave him a chaste kiss, one that wives give their husbands, and left him alone.
/Why do I have to beg when all that's left is a memory forsaken?/
Heero walked to the door and shut and locked it behind him. That room is only disturbed once every year... on an anniversary never forsaken.